Note: This Music Village interview with Siva takes place in the 1980's (1985 to be exact ^_^) when Siva and Dion are part of the visual rock band Seelie Court. Contains mild sexual content.

Dion yawned painfully, stretching out on the studio couch to watch yet another news reel of the 1984 olympics and felt himself slipping into sleep, nodding off on Teal's shoulder.

Teal poked him in the ribs, laughing. "Hey! I look like pillow to you, Di?"

Dion grinned, fluffing Teal's shoulder playfully, fighting back when Teal batted him away until they were interrupted by Omen.

"Shh." Omen glared at them. "The interview's starting."

Kir parked himself on the floor in the middle of the room, oblivious to everyone who had to step around him in their paths and grinned. "Betcha 20 bucks they're late because Siva insisted on redoing his makeup?"

Dion squinted at the screen and shook his head, chuckling slightly. "No bet, Kir. That job's got 'Siva' written all over it."

"SHH!"

Dion rolled his eyes again and stretched out over Omen and Teal's laps, yawning and pretending to fall asleep on them as on screen the camera zoomed in on a smiling Siva's face, his ass-length mane of silver and black hair and burning green eyes seeming to attract all of the studio's light..

"So…. You're the leader of Seelie Court, right, Siva? I've heard that you began the group in 1981 as a way to work through the problems in your life-?" Siva waved an elegant long-fingered hand, the blazing red fingernails catching the light of the television studio and he chuckled. "Seelie Court formed in 1982. It was Dion and I who formed it. I… needed something to fill my life. And the music was there."

"Could you tell us more about that?"

Siva smiled slightly, enigmatically, chewing suddenly on one of his fingernails. "No."

"Would you say that you are Seelie Court?"

Siva frowned slightly, pulling his hand away from his mouth. "Who said that? I never-"

"That's what the press says."

Siva frowned once more, lost in thought before speaking, twining a lock of his hair around and around his finger. "I wish they wouldn't. Seelie Court isn't any one of us. It's all of us. Together. I'm only one part of five."

"But you're their leader; it was your creation and your music."

Siva laughed shortly. "That doesn't mean I am it. It never would have gotten off the ground without Omen."

"Yes, Omen…. What about your relationship with him?"

Siva shrugged. "We have a good working relationship, I suppose. He's an excellent guitarist and has a talented eye for effects. We wouldn't be this successful without him."

"But you still fight. I noticed that you didn't deny that specifically."

Siva hesitated a moment and then chuckled. "True. We fight. I take it as something unavoidable with two creative geniuses like us!" Siva laughed, flashing a charming grin. "I don't like talking about rumors and the press. We're not about that. We're about the music."

"Then let me ask you about the music."

Siva nodded. "That's fair."

"Why don't you sing?"

Siva leaned backwards, rolling his eyes. "You have no idea how many times people have asked me that."

"It's a reasonable question."

Siva shrugged. "My voice is my violin, my piano, my drums. They sing for me. It's enough."

"If you could date any woman in the world, who would it be?"

Siva stared at him in utter shock, jaw hanging slack before Teal hit him from the side, knocking him to the ground and pulling him up, hugging him like a doll. "None!!!! He's MINE!!!" Teal threw his head back then and laughed maniacally, almost strangling Siva as Tag paled, looking as if he were expecting to be fired at any moment.

"Get OFF me, baka!" Siva pushed Teal off of him, laughing and straightened his clothes and hair, falling back into his seat as Teal bounced off set again. Still breathless, he chuckled. "I don't date."

"But-"

Siva smirked, eyes beginning to gleam. "I screw around. There's a difference."

Tag's face went blank for a moment and he looked nervous, reading the questiong again under his breath before almost whispering, this apparently being one of the questions he was required to get an answer for. "Umm.. if there were any woman in the world you could… screw around with… who would it be?"

Siva's face lit up and he sat back, tapping his chin, grinning evilly. "You got a sister?"

The interviewer turned a still paler shade and out in the lounge Dion cracked up as the show went to commercial.

Omen rolled his eyes. "He's going to get us into the tabs again."

Dion was still laughing and rolling on Omen's lap until the guitarist pushed him onto the floor.

Kir grinned, laying back and running hands through his short crimson hair, whistling. "He's gonna collect them, you know. They're all going into that scrapbook."

Teal plopped breathlessly back onto the couch, having returned from his Interviewer-startling mission, grinning like a maniac. "Shut up, shut up! Commercial's almost over!"

Dion stopped giggling long enough to look up at him. "What happened?"

Teal smirked. "Oh… nothing much… just the producer having to pry our host off of Siva's neck. Apparently, the guy's got three sisters and one of them's dead."

Omen groaned, sinking his head into his hands. "Oh god… don't tell me Siva said he wanted to screw the dead one!"

Teal winked at him. "I don't have to. You guessed."

"ARGH!"

Teal laughed, fending off Omen's attack as Kir turned up the volume on the pale and trembling interviewer and the calm, composed Siva.

Siva blinked innocently at the man, speaking quietly about the upcoming album, utterly oblivious to the host's fury.

"So… Siva…" The host was grinding his teeth faintly but managed to speak politely. "I have questions here from your fan club. Would you answer a few on the air?"

Siva shrugged. "Why not?"

"What's your real name?"

Siva looked at him for a moment and then grinned. "Siva."

"But here, it says that your name was variously Den Siva, Den Silver, Daniel Spears, Dennis Stark, Matsumoto Denkiteki, and Den Nagai."

Den grinned evilly. "All lies."

"What about your nationality? Were you born with your Japanese citizenship or were you born American?"

Siva grinned. "Neither."

"British?"

"Nope."

"Taiwanese?"

"Nope."

"German? Scandinavian? Irish? Polish? Russian?"

"Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope."

"Chinese? Indian? Canadian? Mexican? Africaans?"

Siva winked. "Nope."

"Luxembourgian??"

Siva smirked. "Nope."

"Did you have any nationality at all at birth?"

Siva considered for a moment. "I don't remember. Ask my agent" He grinned again. "Next question?"

Tag glared briefly at Siva and read the next in a forced cheerful voice. "What's your favorite flavor of ice cream?"

"Double ripple fudge pickle." Siva licked his lips. "But I like the Teal's flavor better."

Off-camera, they could all hear Teal's shouted "WHOO HOO!" and the producer winced visibly.

Siva flashed the victory sign at the camera and grinned again.

"You are one of the ten sexiest men in rock 'n' roll today. What's that feel like?" Tag cringed away, almost visibly expecting something terrible to happen.

Siva winked at him and began scratching. "Itches a little."

Tag gave him an evil look before reading the next question and giving him a look that clearly said he'd better give a real answer this time. "Of all the fans who have come up to you, what qualifies as the most bizarre fan encouter of your life so far?"

Siva sat back briefly, scratching his head. "Bizarre, huh? Umm… I'd have to say it was a fan who came up to me, was completely polite, didn't demand anything of me or cling to me, and left before he outstayed his welcome. Yeah.. that'd have to be the most bizarre. Oh yeah… and he left me a bottle of Jack Daniels. Cute kid, I almost would have shared it with him." Siva seemed to drift off into thought.

Tag looked nervous for a moemnt and then spoke quickly. "Now might be a good time to ask about your sexuality.. There have been rumors that you're involved with Teal…?"

"Hey lover!!!"

Siva grinned at Teal's off-camera shout and then at Tag, laughing. "Sexuality…. Umm.. 'all of the above.'"

"You're bisexual?"

"No. Just horny."

"WHOO!" Teal's shout reverberated through the room and one of the camera men fell over.

The man read the next question and paled further, glaring at his producer. "What's the scoop on you and Teal anyways?"

Siva smirked. "We were married in a secret hindu weding ceremony at the age of 5 and have been lovers ever since." He grinned, catching Teal as the guitarist threw himself into Siva's lap for a french kiss and the producer made frantic "cut" motions, sending the show into commercial.

Omen stalked onto the set, snarling at Siva. "What the fuck do you two think you're doing?!"

Siva laughed. "Oh cool it, Omen!"

Teal grinned, hopping off of Siva's lap and strightening his clothes. "Yeah—it's Siva's rep, not ours."

Siva smiled mysteriously.

Teal grinned and punched his arm just as the commercial break ended. "Give 'em hell, lover!" Then, noticing the camera again, he planted a big wet kiss on Tag and dashed off set laughing.

Pale, trembling, and violently wiping his lips, Tag managed to mumble out the next question. "Have you ever worked a 9-to-5 job?"

Siva blinked back. "Uh… define 'job'."

Tag looked ill again and rushed on with the next question.

"A lot of girls love your song "The Knight in Pain" best. What's it about?"

Siva grinned wickedly. "Masturbation."

"What?!"

Siva grinned. "All of our songs are really just about masturbation."

Omen stormed onto the set, past the apopleptic producer to loom over Siva. "They are NOT!"

Siva waved his hand elegantly, almost yawning. "Come on. All this talk about masturbation's got me ready for the next commercial break."

Teal bounced back on stage to grab Omen and haul him off, blowing Siva another kiss. "I'll make it a quick one then!"

Tag growled slightly before forcing the plastic MTV smile back on his face. "Next question says 'Siva, I love the nails. Do you paint them yourself?'"

Siva looked down at his nails in surprise, squinting. "Painted? Doesn't everyone have naturally red nails?"

Tag was gripping the edges of his chair, looking pained. "Please…. Please just answer….?"

Siva sighed. "Oh alright. Yes, I painted my nails. I'm ambidextrous, if that helps any."

With a grateful look, Tag picked up the next set of cards, his faith in life and employment suddenly renewed. "Name something about women that turns you on."

Siva raised an eyebrow. "About women? Specifically?" He considered a moment. "Do drag queens count?"

Tag smiled tightly. "Apparently not."

Siva sighed, considering this for a time, appearing to give it honest thought. "They take care of themselves better than most men do. It's nice sometimes. Women seem to have fewer hangups." Siva stopped suddenly, a funny look crossing his face and then grinned. "A least, most of them do."

"Have you got a fave girl body part?"

Siva grinned wickedly. "."

Tag sweatted. "…Favorite male body part?"

Siva's grin widened. " ."

Tag looked ready to cry as he read the next question. "What's your favorite thing about your body?"

Siva blinked at him, suddenly the picture of innocence and replied, "I've got a liver that can handle kerosene."

With a glance at the clock, Tag dove into his pile of cards with new resolve as the interview passed the half-way point. "Do you have any fave make-out music?"

Siva shrugged. "Ah. Definitely opera. It keeps the neighbors off my back."

"What was the most memorable thing a fan ever gave you?"

Siva smirked. "The clap."

Offstage, Teal's maniacal laughter could be heard and Siva seemed to reconsider. "Does Teal count as a fan?"

Tag choked and shuffled madly though his cards. "Moving on..! We have two more questions before we go to Seelie Court's new video for "Nocturne" … How do you handle the pressure of being worshipped by millions of women worldwide?"

Siva looked perfectly serious. "I take long hot baths and masturbate a lot."

Tag groaned. "Alright. Last question: If you could change any part of your career, what would you change? What would you do differently?"

Siva sat back in his chair, silent for a long while until the producer and stage manager began to squirm before replying at last. "Nothing." He grinned like the devil himself and added. "I'm perfect."

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